When you abandon all manner of me
The concrete and angels' ashes
With nothing to serve but your own memory
Bring them the rain, the last of the tidings
Tied to the arrows fired off to love's lost regard

Lovers don't love you
And silver don't lead to your door?
Will you take comfort
That you have been taken before?

Oh, every intention has paved every path
They followed through driftwood and moor.
What haunts you the most only lives to outlast;
Cast off the best, the rest of all sorrows
Left to the gallows, the palace of all that you are.

Have I been good to you?
Blue in the shadow of gold?
Blue in the phrases of letting go

Follow in stride flows through the shallow
Finds you the deep
Feeds you to love's long reprise